"The King And His Crown" lyrics

I learned to hate the smell of dark whiskey
'Cause all it does is open up old memories
And I learned to pray but not for my sins
Usually when Mama was crying

And I learned to hate the crackling of that brown sack
When Daddy pulled out that purple velvet bag
I knew that what it held inside was Hell on ice

In that three-bedroom house that wasn't a home
He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne
We walked on eggshells when he was around
The king and his crown

My sister married young just to get away
Mama let me borrow her old suitcase
And I hit the steering wheel and I cried
As mama walked back inside

Of that three-bedroom house that wasn't a home
He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne
We walked on eggshells when he was around
The king and his crown

Well, mama finally made her escape
Yeah, it's a struggle but worth the change
There's a lot about our lives that people don't know
So many scars that we don't show

In that three bedroom house that wasn't a home
He ruled with his iron fist from his lazyboy throne
And we walked on eggshells when he was around
He sits by himself in silence now
And sips his crown
The king and his crown